/Riccardo's POV/
I'm honestly tired. My body, my soul, and all my ambitions are drenched from my body. Not only because of work. Because of how much the police station became obsessed with Martin Mancini. He managed to fool every walking piece in the police station that his photo was plastered all over the walls with the caption 'To the legacy you left behind,'. Legacy my ass. He abused his power over a twenty-year-old girl just because he wanted her to stay away from his son. God, I hate the fact I'm his son. Maybe if I left her. . .
No! I'm not going there.